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Subject: {ASSM} Bonnie's Second Bet (MMF exhib nc?)
Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2000 06:10:03 -0400
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Bonnie's Second Bet
Several weeks ago my wife, Bonnie, and I made a bet on something about which
we were both absolutely certain we were right. The bet was for one evening of
whatever the winner wanted - total control. I won, and had a very exciting
evening showing her off to a waiter in a local restaurant (See "Bonnie's
First Bet"). At the time, Bonnie was excited, but not too keen on the idea of
repeating the experience. As time passed and she had time to think about it,
however, she seemed to change her mind.
One afternoon she started a minor argument with me about something stupid -
what time a certain show came on TV, I think - and bet me that she was right
and I was wrong. The bet, predictably, was for the same stakes as last time:
an evening of total control. I suspect she knew what time the show came on;
it was just an excuse to make a bet she would lose, knowing I would want
another adventure. Never one to disappoint, I set it up.
The evening before I claimed my winnings, I talked to Frank about my plans,
and he was more than willing to help out. I started off the evening by taking
her to dinner at Ruth's Chris Steak House. It was a very nice meal with good
wine and a couple of drinks. I'm sure Bonnie was expecting me to have her do
something outrageous, but I was a perfect gentleman throughout the meal,
except for a few vague hints about what was to come later in the evening.
We stopped at a nice bar on the way home after dinner, and when we sat down
I demanded her bra and panties. She got up to go to the bathroom, but I
stopped her and said, "No, don't go anywhere. I want you to take them off
right here." The bar was crowded but the lighting was subdued, and Bonnie
complied with my wishes, trying to be very discrete. I'm sure a few people
realized what she was doing, but I just smiled at them and no one made a
scene. But you can bet Bonnie was the center of attention. She managed to
remove her underwear without exposing too much and handed both her bra and
panties to me. I put them in my pocket. Looking around, she saw several
people watching her and realized they knew what she had done. She blushed
prettily. I said, "Now unbutton your dress to just below your breasts." "But
. . ." she began, then realized that would be a mistake, quickly did as I
asked. She had quite an audience waiting to see what she would do next, and
Bonnie knew it. I said, "Now let's just sit here and enjoy our drinks. You
know how I want you to sit, don't you?" "Yes, sir", she said, and leaned
forward on her elbows.
It was a wonderful view, and traffic past our booth picked up considerably.
When the waiter brought us our second drink she remained in her position, and
I watched him as he gazed down the front of her blouse at her exposed
breasts. He looked at me and saw me watching him. We traded conspiratorial
smiles. Realizing I knew what he was seeing, and that it was alright with
me, he hung around for a few minutes making small talk and enjoying her show.
Bonnie didn't move and pretended she didn't realize that he had an
unobstructed view down her blouse and could see all of both naked breasts.
After he left, I told Bonnie to finish her drink. She did. "Now we're going
to leave, but as you scoot out of the booth, knock your purse to the floor.
Then get down on one knee and lean over and pick up your purse and whatever
falls out of it." This was going to be tough for her. As she scooted out she
left her purse on the bench and shoved it off with her hip. It made a loud
noise when it hit the ground, and pretty much everyone turned to look. The
bar got quiet. Those who had seen her remove her underwear knew what was
coming, and no one made a move to help her. She looked at me, then at the
purse and it's spilled contents. Everyone was watching Bonnie. With a deep
breath, she dropped to one knee and leaned over to pick up the various items
that had spilled out.
With a rather short skirt that was unbuttoned to just above mid-thigh and a
top unbuttoned to below her breasts, you can imagine that it was next to
impossible to keep anything covered. She knew she was putting on quite a
show. Most everyone in the bar got a good look at her breasts, and everyone
in the part of the room she was facing got a wonderful view up her skirt, but
to her credit, she went through with it. After she had picked up everything
and had put it back in her purse I stood up, took her arm, and we walked out
of the bar. Bonnie was so excited and proud of herself that she almost
skipped to the car.
I went home via the interstate, and just to keep things interesting I had her
remove her blouse completely. When we passed a big truck I would reach over
and fondle her breast. Twice when there were no other vehicles around I
turned on the interior lights. We got a couple of appreciative horn toots,
and I know she was embarrassed, but she didn't try to cover up. I guess she
was afraid of what I would have her do if she did! Still giddy from the
experience in the bar, when we got home she couldn't stop talking about it.
She said that it wasn't as bad or as difficult as she thought it would be.
She said she was embarrassed, afraid, nervous, and excited all at once, and
she might even want to do something like that again sometime. Little did she
know, "sometime" was a lot closer than she thought.
When she finally paused to take a breath, I told her to go into the bedroom
and undress. A little surprised, she followed my instructions. I had already
tied some soft cord to the corners of our king size bed. I had her lay down,
and quickly tied her nude and spread eagle on the bed.
This was not really a first. We had experimented with light bondage a few
times, but it was never a big part of our sex life. This time, though, she
was in for a very big surprise. I was kissing her and running my hands over
her body and she was getting really turned on. Then the doorbell rang. I
quickly pulled the sheet up to her neck and went to answer the door, telling
her I would be right back. I had arranged, of course, for Frank to come over
fifteen minutes after he saw us return home. His grin was as big as mine when
I answered the door. I motioned him to be quiet and led him back to the
bedroom. When I walked in Bonnie said, "Who was . . .?" and then she saw
Frank.
I thought she was embarrassed at the bar, but her face went from red to pale,
the back to red again as she realized she was caught playing at bondage, then
remembered that she was naked under the sheet, then finally realized what I
planned to do. "Oh my God!" was all she could say over and over again.
Frank and I stood at the foot of the bed, savoring the moment. Finally I
said, "Bonnie, you know I have wanted to show you off to Frank for a long
time, and you wouldn't let me do it. Frank has always wanted to get a good
look at your body, so tonight's the night you're going to make up both
happy." I pulled the sheet down to just above her breasts. Her nipples were
making two little tents in the sheet. "This is about all you're usually
willing to let Frank see. Now I'm going to show him what he's been missing.
Frank, take a look at this."
With that, I very slowly pulled the sheet down over her terrific tits and
down to her waist, exposing her to our gaze. She tried to pull her hands free
to cover up, but all she accomplished was to make her tits bounce around
enticingly. When she realized she couldn't do anything she stopped
struggling. We moved up to sit on the bed, one of each side of her. He was
telling her how sexy she looked and how much he liked her breasts. As I
reached for her right breast, I said to Frank, "Touch her and feel how soft
her skin is."
He reached over and started to caress her left breast. She again moaned, "Oh
my God!" Nothing else turns her on like playing with her breasts, and she
later told me that having two men touch her at once for the first time was
the most incredible rush she had ever experienced.
After several minutes of both of us touching, rubbing, and sucking on her
breasts, I said to Frank, "Her tits are really nice, but let me show you
something truly magnificent." We moved to the foot of the bed and I again
grabbed the sheet and slowly pulled it down her body. Bonnie was squirming
and kept saying, "Oh my God, I can't believe you're really going to do this!"
Slowly her pubic hair came into view, then we could see the outer lips of her
vagina peaking out from between her spread legs, and finally the sheet was
off completely. What a moment! There was my darling, proper, modest wife,
tied to our bed, nude, with her legs spread wide open, with Frank standing
there looking at her. And she couldn't move or cover up; all she could do was
lie there and let him look. I had wanted this and fantasized about it for so
long, and finally, here it was!
We sat down between her legs and I reached up and spread the lips of her
vagina wide open so we could see all the way up inside her. My hands were
shaking. I had never been so excited. We could tell she was excited, too,
because we could see her juices running down between from her vagina and onto
her puckered anus.
We both touched her and rubbed her and played with her, taking turns
finger-fucking her and gently rubbing her clit. She was moaning and started
arching her back, pushing her pussy up to meet our fingers. I had three
fingers inside her and Frank was rubbing her clit when I said, "Go ahead and
taste her." I guess that was all it took. She moaned, "Oh God yes!" and
before his mouth even touched her I felt the rhythmic contractions that
signaled her first orgasm.
She had several more over the next hour or so as we kissed, rubbed, and
sucked her until she was panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. As she was
about to reach what must have been her fifth or sixth climax, I said,
"Bonnie, it's after midnight so you've paid off the bet, but I want to keep
going. Am I still in charge?"
OK, I admit it. I took advantage of the situation. After all, who can say no
when they are about to come? When she said, "Oh yes!" I said, "Frank, you
heard her. I'm calling the shots, and I really think she needs to be fucked.
Would you like to do the honors?"
He wholeheartedly agreed and enthusiastically accepted. Bonnie said, "Oh my
God, Tom, are you really going to let him do it to me?" I replied, "This has
always been one of my favorite fantasies, Bonnie, and tonight it's really
going to happen. Frank has seen you, felt you, and tasted you. Now he is
going to fuck you while you suck my dick."
As I moved up to the head of the bed I heard her say, "Oh my God" one more
time. She eagerly took my cock in her mouth. Frank moved higher between her
legs and put the head of his dick at the entrance to her vagina. He slowly
slid his cock inside her and I heard the familiar little "unh" that always
comes when I first enter her. It was done. Frank was inside her. She was
being fucked by two men at once and obviously loving it! In fact, all three
of us loved it.
We took turns fucking and sucking her the rest of the night. Somewhere along
the way she was untied and participated as enthusiastically as we did.
Finally, sometime around dawn, we called it a night. Frank went home and
Bonnie and I cuddled together and fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
The next morning (well, afternoon) Bonnie was very embarrassed about what we
had done. She just couldn't believe Frank had fucked her, and that she had
really acted the way she did. Even more, she couldn't believe how much really
enjoyed it. We talked for a long time, and I finally convinced her I was
completely comfortable with what had happened and not at all jealous or
threatened. Once she realized how I felt about it, she agreed that it really
was OK. After all, we all had fun, no one was hurt, and we're all still very
good friends - closer, in fact, than we were before it happened. And besides,
it was a HUGE turn-on for all three of us.
Bonnie told me a couple of days later that once she got used to the idea she
thought she might like to try it again some time. It was such a radical
change from Bonnie's previous modesty and proper attitude that I wondered if
she was being entirely honest about her feelings. Then a week later, for my
birthday, she gave me a book of six coupons, each one good for an evening of
anything I want, "with no argument and no hesitation".
I guess she really was being honest!
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